Mary Oliver Quotes.

21. "Everything that was broken has forgotten its brokenness. I live now in a sky-house, through every window the sun. Also your presence. Our touching, our stories. Earthy and holy both. How can this be, but it is. Every day has something in it whose name is Forever."
- Mary Oliver, Felicity

22. "Where has this cold come from? It comes from the death of your friend. Will I always, from now on, be this cold? No, it will diminish. But always it will be with you. What is the reason for it? Wasn’t your friendship always as beautiful as a flame?"
- Mary Oliver, Felicity

23. "Still, what I want in my life is to be willing to be dazzled— to cast aside the weight of facts and maybe even to float a little above this difficult world. I want to believe I am looking into the white fire of a great mystery. I want to believe that the imperfections are nothing— that the light is everything—that it is more than the sum of each flawed blossom rising and falling. And I do."
- Mary Oliver, House of Light

24. "how could there be a day in your whole life that doesn’t have its splash of happiness?"
- Mary Oliver, House of Light

25. "The salamanders, like tiny birds, locked into formation, fly down into the endless mysteries of the transforming water, and how could anyone believe that anything in this world is only what it appears to be— that anything is ever final— that anything, in spite of its absence, ever dies a perfect death? (from the poem 'What Is It?')"
- Mary Oliver, House of Light

26. "to leap into it and hold on, connecting everything,"
- Mary Oliver, House of Light

27. "It does no good to bark at the television, I said. I’ve tried it too. So he stopped."
- Mary Oliver, House of Light

28. "SPRING Somewhere a black bear has just risen from sleep and is staring down the mountain. All night in the brisk and shallow restlessness of early spring I think of her, her four black fists flicking the gravel, her tongue like a red fire touching the grass, the cold water. There is only one question: how to love this world. I think of her rising like a black and leafy ledge to sharpen her claws against the silence of the trees. Whatever else my life is with its poems and its music and its glass cities, it is also this dazzling darkness coming down the mountain, breathing and tasting; all day I think of her— her white teeth, her wordlessness, her perfect love."
- Mary Oliver, House of Light

29. "Is the soul solid, like iron? Or is it tender and breakable, like the wings of a moth in the beak of the owl."
- Mary Oliver, House of Light

30. "Landscape Isn't it plain the sheets of moss, except that they have no tongues, could lecture all day if they wanted about spiritual patience? Isn't it clear the black oaks along the path are standing as though they were the most fragile of flowers? Every morning I walk like this around the pond, thinking: if the doors of my heart ever close, I am as good as dead. Every morning, so far, I'm alive. And now the crows break off from the rest of the darkness and burst up into the sky—as though all night they had thought of what they would like their lives to be, and imagined their strong, thick wings."
- Mary Oliver, Dream Work

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